(political poem) The torrents of blood, spilled from the sky, The unknown soldier, gave it up and died; while Thousands of miles away, the mother shall cry, Please, let this one die not in vain; not in strain, But rather as someone who left behind a name, To be printed into the hearts of the unborn, And to show life with this flag, still un-torn, Shall the best of intentions never vanish, Shall the loyal militant forever be remembered, Fighting this war, this war of life, fighting the war, The war that turned blood red the sky.... This war is hurting them, and killing us... Won't it ever end. Just some political rambling I felt like doing... :)